Bio Note: I'm a retired English Professor spending my time writing, taking the occasional photograph, trying to follow the Dharma. This year I have had two full-length poetry collections published: Time is Not a River and Morning Calm (both available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.com).
Between Design and Desire
I am writing this simultaneously in English & another language which cannot be read by anyone now living. I have disguised these words and lines, or overlaid them; the dead language resting comfortably both under & on top of the living, intertwined like lovers from different centuries. As you are reading this, at least one other language has become extinct at a faster rate than birds, mammals, fish, or plants. What is gone between an abacus & an Aztec or even between toast & a toothbrush? How many words are there for snow or rain or love or skin? Covering a dictionary with my tongue I discover ten words between design & desire moments before they disappear.
Originally published in Mojave River Review, 2018
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